Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.